Lu Qi wanted to cough again, but he endured it and fanned himself with his hand. There was no light in the room and the only light from outside penetrated came from under the curtains. He squinted to find Lu Chengzhou's figure in the room.
Lu Chengzhou was sitting on the carpet and leaning on the side of the coffee table. His posture was almost the same as Gu Mang's. It was relaxed and obnoxious in manner. The man put one arm on the coffee table, as if holding something in his hand. Lu Qi couldn't see clearly.
He had a cigarette in his other hand and Lu Qi could see that it was lit, the source of the smoke. The ashtray that Lu Chengzhou had placed on the ground was filled with cigarette butts.
Lu Qi's eyes shook. Did he smoke all night?
"Any news from Red Flame?" Lu Chengzhou asked. His voice was hoarse like a saw and he slowly turned to Lu Qi.
His black eyes were bloodshot, cold, and dark.
